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Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means...

discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized
state of body, mind, and spirit triage.

Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night
occurs earlier as the world turns  
beckoning, hinting, robbing passage 
regarding days of our lives, 
where the young and the restless,
plus the bold and the beautiful 
exhibit variations on a theme 
titled one life to live. 

Within my figurative neck of woods
boughs bend forming roods,
where all across the United States 
except Arizona and Hawaii
troubadoors festooned nsync 
with generational matriarchs 
wearing hoods remaining incognito
as identity guard of their broods
mare uncannily decked, and
tricked out as an old man, 
usually in a white robe, 
having a white beard, 
and carrying a scythe 
signify turning the clock one hour 
at 2:00 AM eastern standard time,
hence birthing following 
reasonable ridiculous rhyme.

Hour hands clock get set back 
sixty minutes of Autumn
round about this same of month 
every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth 
diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over, 
sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag 
(with earth in the balance) 
as if watching Monty Python's flying circus 
within time machine 
at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride 
invariably finds me 
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, 
nor be leer re: cull 
juiced barely tantamount 
to gather scattered wits 
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum

fortunate, this chronological seismic shift 
nada wide, ah assume,
nevertheless mein kampf 
cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics 
comb pluck hated off jangling 
black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and boring into 
quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement 
for emergency convoy, when pitched from

sea to figurative shining seven sea – 
gram ma mother earth glum,
where live yik yak 
viewed thru Tik Tok wired vanguard 
trulia tried optimism to hum
nevertheless, swallowed (Old Rotten Gotham) 
sliding down into behavioral sink
analogous to cremated ashes of late mother
once boxed, but long since scattered into eternity 
like talcum powder went – me mum

bling bloviation, once worth 
matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, 
where existence not peachy keen plumb 
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, 
when athwart Jane Pilots' rum
man strait ting and bickering 
with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans 
defiantly, haughtily and laughably thumb

ming nose, where 
body, mind & soul Weeknd 
viz a bully did cower,
hence (principal at Methacton 
Junior High School) Mister Clock, 
who got hijacked 
3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax 
and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable 
Whitsuntide as sour
grapes of wrath
imposing ill fitting sea legs, 
which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, 
resoundingly surrendered, 
and back slid vis a vis 
space/time continuum did devour.

Black hole event horizon indeed kept 
bottled up cosmic genie good Lord
and Taylor (swift) lock step 
as das joint mill on the floss hoard
sucker punched the band 
Reo SpeedWagon of father time, 
whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers 
counter point of view shifted 
to oppose this minute accord.
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